Tore my favorite shirt on a hanger, attacked by a wee dog that shredded my jeans, "accidently" cused out my boss, and poisoned a friend with poorly cooked chicken 'something'.

12 and one half bottles into living the "High Life", I hit on a special needs guy while convincing his dad that I was 'not black' but 'big boned'. Not surprised that I lost both my wallet and my dignity that evening.

Such is the curse of he who tries to dose the embers of a shitty week with Milwaukee piss-water and bar pretzels.